Tag: Fantasy

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Future’s Fire: Sheltamarae, the Dragon

Melinda Kucsera

Future’s Fire: Sheltamarae At the top of the world he bides, seer, fire-breather, smoke-weaver, Sheltamarae he’s called. Through fire he watches near and far, future events and present day. Greater than he is the Lord who made all, who put the future in his claws. Empires rise and fall as he watches. Future’s thrall, his gaze is locked on fate’s flickering fires that’re never quenched ‘til mankind’s strivings cease. Evil breathes on that fire, incites a blaze that eats possibilities, ashes peace, brings nations to their knees, but since it stays within the rules, he can’t intrude, even though the … Continue reading Future’s Fire: Sheltamarae, the Dragon

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The Luckiest People Eat Humble Pie

Melinda Kucsera

The Luckiest People Eat Humble Pie The first person I encountered today wasn’t supposed to be dragon, glaring mom’s disapproval down at me, no way! Her red claws caged me where I stood staring, holding the last piece of sweet pumpkin pie. Her magic engulfed me and my skin itched. “Mom this is child abuse!” I cried but my words left my beak as chirps. My form she’d switched again for a bird’s wings but why this time? “I told you not to start another war.” Mom’s flaming eye enlarged showing my crime. Bloated bodies, sun-baked, are dead from war. I … Continue reading The Luckiest People Eat Humble Pie

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Chandelier’s Swing

Melinda Kucsera

Chandelier’s Swing He wanted to throw off his disguise, swing from the chandelier over the crowd, drop down on the dais sword drawn, one swing away from decapitation, one drop of a headless corpse to the ground and his comrades, the Guardians, avenged. He gripped the cane that supported him and bandages pulled against wounds unavenged. Masked dancers moved beneath the chandelier whose light glistened off their costumed faces. One girl in wine cast her eyes without fear at the betrayer she stalked. Her laces hid a surprise he guessed but her quarry retired, leaving her an unknown story. ~ ~ ~ … Continue reading Chandelier’s Swing

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The Wanderer

Melinda Kucsera

The Wanderer He kept the balance ‘tween good and evil, natural and corrupted, man and beast. The One Continent is his cathedral. Its upkeep, the last Balancer bequeathed. Across Mori Kana’s rust sands to drive demons out of  Morfane’s fabled onion- domed spires. He climbs to higher ground to deprive those demons access. He smote in canyons deep their remains, scattering them on winds westward-running towards aeries in the peaks. At climbs end, he reclines in peace, unwinds with glossy bat-winged humanoids. ‘Till speaks his sixth sense of danger brewing abroad. A giant eagle flies him to trouble’s fjord. ~ ~ ~ Based on ‘The legend … Continue reading The Wanderer

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Decide: Dread, Fury or the Guilt that Haunts

Melinda Kucsera

Decide Five years ago… Blood dripped into his eyes, blinding him; pain hammered his body. Bones poked through his skin. One arm and one leg bent the wrong way. Pain throbbed in his head, darkening within ’till without faded, awareness dwindled down to a woman’s voice. “You must decide to live or die.” She squeezed his hand, kindled a flicker of will whose blaze had once pried him from death; it would now  if he allowed. “The Kid’s strong; I can’t help if he objects,” said the healer. “His magic won’t allow.” “Sarn,” said his brother, “don’t you dare object.” Decide now: life … Continue reading Decide: Dread, Fury or the Guilt that Haunts

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Contrivance – One Word Photo Challenge

Melinda Kucsera

Contrivance In chrome it gleams; at the bottom of pots, it waits. In my fridge it chills, though it still beckons. More insistent than dark chocolate, it baits me with visions of green valleys; dead-on in my sights, an Enchanted Forest spreads. Dragons ride the thermals and cats foretell, offering beach blanket fliers not bread, but bowls of soup to sup upon while spell Cat winds with words both old and kind of times when heroes rode, a Child of Magic strode and sword made whole when right healed the old crime which drove a line of men onto shame’s road. Reflected in glass on my appliance, is … Continue reading Contrivance – One Word Photo Challenge

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Masks

Melinda Kucsera

Masks He toweled birth fluids off his hands; the colt tottered to his mum’s waiting teat to eat. A tickle in his mind, a soft slide, no jolt, just a smile as the connection that cheats the miles ‘tween his mind and mom’s cemented. Her much-missed voice in his head, soft and sweet, praised the colt he’d helped birth; sad news dented his mirth; his captive grandpa’s dead; grief beat him down, twelve years of mind-talk, no contact, not safe ma’d said. He kicked the mask, pining. No masked fete for him, not when this contact had broken his heart. “Are the stars shining?” mom asked. He tilted his head, … Continue reading Masks

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Alight – Photo-Fiction #14

Melinda Kucsera

Alight Seven years ago… She’s a slave with a mark on her shoulder, in an illegal lumir mine worked by children but in her mind she’s free of this boulder, with the boy whose iridescent green eyes captured her heart. He’s special, finds gems like none she’s ever seen; it makes the foreman happy, so he spares them, his brother–tyke– clinging to Green Eyes. Later, she’s dreamin’ somethin’ made of light, goodness and right. It’s filling her up and carrying her to Green Eyes;  in her hand’s a gem so bright, he must have it; protection it confers. It belongs to the boy with the green … Continue reading Alight – Photo-Fiction #14

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Night Lights

Melinda Kucsera

Night Lights Stalks wrapped in lights rose up into the night. The Fungal Forest spread from the river sheltered ‘neath the Enchanted Forest. Bright as sunset, never plain, a world inside that domain, where the wee folk fly about. Naked except for wings, they sit beside glowing ‘shrooms and keep the sacred worm stout. The worm then spins silken threads the wee folk trade with the Tall Ones for red dyes to make colorful draperies for the Mount Folk. In the ceremony, the ‘shrooms they take, to find clarity. Instead their mind’s dazed. They wanted what the wee folk had in spades. ~ ~ ~ Like vignette-style poems? Intrigued by this corner … Continue reading Night Lights

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What Do You Want to Be?

Melinda Kucsera

What Do You Want to Be? “When you grow up, what do you want to be?” Sarn listened to the boys talking, his own answer clear; if given a choice, he’d be a Guardian of Shayari, his own master too, not subject to others’ whims. He’d right wrongs, defend the weak, save the meek. In short, he’d not be intendured, nor grim. Below, knights sparred in bright armor that creaks. Then his son’s voice captured his attention. “I’ll be like my Papa, when I grow up.” After that stunner, Ran smiled and motioned Sarn to join them, though he was all grown up. As for me, … Continue reading What Do You Want to Be?

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Takeoff

Melinda Kucsera

Takeoff The jet screams down the tarmac but it’s all fading fast. Grass breaks through asphalt; trees rise; branches twine forming a forbidding wall. The jet skids; its body molts its disguise. The passengers wink out of existence leaving me astride a dragon wond’ring if they were ever real. At this instant, it matters not; the dragon leaps, wings catch the updraft, propel us towards that place I can’t escape nor unplug from for long. Shayari’s calling me, I must now race back to her verdant lands, where I belong. There’s no trace of that jet left behind, nor hint of whether I was e’er … Continue reading Takeoff

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Waiting

Melinda Kucsera

Waiting (Picks up from Light the Wreath) In dark we stand about a candle slim. We light this Advent taper in caves deep, in castles old and forests bold. Though dim it stands this tiny flame to ward of sleep. We keep the watch and wait for the promise. In monasteries, the brothers’re chanting. Everyone’s waiting for the one promised. In Shayari, purple stones are glowing, in wreaths ringed around it, families are praying. They wait for the promise to come and his light shine, banishing the darkness there. For that promise they’ll wait, do kind acts from from the heart’s wish to aid, to … Continue reading Waiting

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Not a Fan: Pumpkin Chuckin’

Melinda Kucsera

Pumpkin Chuckin’ (Hear, ye! Hear ye! You’re invited to: The First Annual Chuckin’ of Pumpkins at Mount Eredren, Shayari Presented by Mount Eredren’s Ranger Core Judged [under duress] by its commander, Jerlo Come one; come all and have a ball!) ~ ~ ~ How’d I get into this situation? Jerlo wondered as his Rangers built trebuchets and catapults from odd bits at stations on the green. ‘Team building’, no way, it’s play- time for adults dressed up as ‘team-building’ and it cost him a day’s worth of patrols. A day for the forest to play, boding ill for people stupid enough to stroll about an … Continue reading Not a Fan: Pumpkin Chuckin’

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Light the Wreath

Melinda Kucsera

Light the Wreath (picks up after Faith ends) Ran cracked the door open, peered though to rule out mischief in the living room. Standing there Nolo, Inari, their son Nerule, in a small circle, with Nolo talking, “…livest and reignest forever. Amen.” Nolo nodded; his son hesitated. “Put the purple one in; we can eat then.” “I’m not the youngest child,” Nerule stated. He nodded to Ran who spied all this through a door cracked open. “Ran should do this now.” “What’re you doing?” Papa asked though he knew. Or maybe he didn’t ’cause he joined Ran now. Like a protective wall, he … Continue reading Light the Wreath

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November in my Rearview Mirror

Melinda Kucsera

November in my Rearview Mirror November draws to a close; I repose and reflect on the adventure so far. I’ve come from fantasy places supposed to exist where bright dreams and nightmares spar… Come into the seeming, the dreaming time and slip into the fantasy I’m weaving. Leave reality behind for some time, let someone else, to the real, be cleaving. Dive into these highlighted delights from November’s storehouse of memories taken. Into their fair tales do descend and come back for more for December awakens. Holidays tiptoe near on angel feet upon Shayari‘s green miles bearing treats. ~ ~ ~ Sarn, his son and … Continue reading November in my Rearview Mirror